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High Cabin Advenure

by

Bobjj123

Stanley Hutson sat back in his rocking chair, slowly rocking back and forth on fhe porch of his isolated mountain cabin. As he rocked, he gazed contentedly at the high mountain peaks that surrounded the small valley that contained the pasture that was his ranch. Slightly to the left of his gaze stood the barn and corrals that contained his horses moving nervously about in the corral awaiting their dinner. The last rays of sun shown down on the snow capped peak and gave off brilliant hues of color as the aspen in the shade of their lower reaches stood out yellow in the twilight.

It was late fall and winter was approaching. Soon, the snows would come and block the mountain passes and Stan would be alone to write his next novel.

Only last week, the District Forest Ranger had come to visit Stan and to ask him to do the winter patrolman’s job in the surrounding foirest. It didn’t pay much but then not much was required either. He’d make a pass through the high country once or twice and report no problems as usual!

The meat from two nice elk and a deer hung in his smoke house and he had an array of dehydrated dairy and vegetable s stored in the pantry. . He could eat well even if winter lasted until the next winter.

At that moment, Stan was a very contented man. It had nor always been so. Eight years earlier, he had published his first successful novel and married a beautiful woman that he dearly loved. He had purchased the 80 acres on which his cabin stood. .

Two years later, the wife he dearly loved deserted him. . .took off with a guy she’d known from college days. She never offered a reason why she left. . . perhaps he wasn’t man enough as Stan unreasonably suspected. Most likely it was because most of the couple’s accumulated savings went with her.

Stan had suffered as he blamed himself for the marriage failure. In his grief, he turned to his writing and turned out three new novels in six months. As he worked alone, he soon found that he liked himself. . .he enjoyed being alone! He simply hated women for what they had done to him.

Then, after a summer of camping on his new land he decided to build a cabin, smoke house, and barn for year-round living. It was to have a wind powered electrical system, water supply, sanitary system and be comfortable for year round living. Cooking would be over a wood range and heat would come from a fireplace. There would be no women there.

It was the following winter that he’d moved to his ranch, stocked it with four ponies and wrote another novel. Life had only gotten better.

Of course, there was always the matter of sex. . . Late at night, in his bed, lurid dreams of erotic encounters came over him and he found satisfaction with manual stimulation! Often, he had to wash the sheets and bedding the next day. . .

At first, after the marriage failure, sex hadn’t been a problem for him but lately, with more time on his hands, he felt his hormoines more demanding! Oh well! If the problem became too demanding, he could always go to the brothel in town, he thought. He wrote two more novels and suddenly he was rich. If he never wrote again, there would be more than enough money in his accounts to support his life style forever.

Then , as the last of the sun’s rays disappeared over the mountain, Stan arose, went to the barn and spread hay in their mangers for his horses dinner before returning to his cabin and starting to prepare his dinner.

Meanwhile, several hundred miles away in a distant airport, Marla Whittle prepared for her early mornig flight. The storm over the mountains had passed and it looked like good weather all the way. She checked the aircraft. . . a small, twin engined, 6-person aircraft specially modified for her flight, and found it to her liking.

Marla was content as she checked the aircraft carefully. She was a pilot. . .according to those who knew, the best in the business! It was her life’s dream to fly!

She first handled the controls of a training plane at the age of fourteen and soloed at fifteen. Then, she had studied and worked and qualify for her instrument rating when she was sixteen but the license was denied her until she reached eighteen. By then, she had also gotten a multi-engine rating and a reputation around the airport. . .she was good!

Having completed high school, at eighteen, she went to an aviation college where she graduated with a degree in Aeronautical Engineering before accepting a job as a third pilot on a trans ocean flight. After several months, she was laid off that job since third pilots were no longer needed. After that, she accepted a job as a second pilot on a small, feeder airline where she was by far the best piot the airline had. It was quickly recognized by company officials and she became a first pilot on their Canada Regional Jets. She was earning enough money to support herself again. It was a start.

Fourteen months later, the small airline was simply absorbed by a major airline and her job was abolished as older pilots claiimed union seniority. So it was that after nearly a year of looking for a job, she heard of this job flying records for a bank. It would be a little aircraft and there was no future there. Pay was quite high for such a job and she could live comfortably on the salary though. So she applied for the job.

When called in for an intervied, the company official asked her, "Why would someone as over-qualified as you want this job?" she had replied, "I want to fly." After some minor squabling over expenses away from home, she was given the job.

For Marla, the job was interesting. It involved all aspects of the aviation program and she often inspected tires, lights, instruments and controls as well as making minor repairs and planning her own flight considering time, weather and airport conditions. True, the pay was modest but the work was satisfying!

Having completed her pre-flight preperations, Marla headed for her apartment; she’d stop at the Airport Kitchen Café for dinner. There she ate as she joked with the cook/waiter, Joe, who had been trying to bed her for months - he asked and she rejected him as usual. It had become routine for both of them.Then, as she left the café, she thought, "Maybe someday, when I’m really horny, I’ll just let Joe have his way with me. It’d solve both their problems.

Next morning, when Marla awoke, she found several inches of snow on the ground as predicted, bathed, dressed in her flight coveralls and left her apartment. It was a nice part of her job. . . flight coveralls - no white shirts and ties and no catering to passengers. After stopping at the restaurant for breakfast, she went to her aircraft and checked flight weather, loaded cargo, checked fuel supply and, at the appointed 0600 hours, she moved her airplane towards the takeoff position. She was happy.

Back on the mountain, at the cabin, Stan had arisen at his usual 0530 hour, stoked the fire and added fuel to the fireplace; started the fire in the big cooking range and dressed. As he looked out the cabin window, he smiled with satisfaction on seeing deep snow on the ground and more falling. The passes would be closed and he was alone until spring.

After caring for the livestock and clearing a path through the snow to the barn, he returned to his cabin and reported snow conditions to the station below; then sat at his computer and composed his newest novel. . . He wrote swiftly as the words simply materialized in front of him. Something about the first snow outside seemed to stimulate him to write.

It was shortlybefore 1300 hours that Stan’s radio crackled and the District Ranger reported an aircraft down in the high country, above his ranch. The pilot may be injuured or dead and since the area was too high and too steep for a helocopter, Stan was the best hope for a quick rescue. Since the aircrafts transponder worked perfectly, they had a good fix on the location of the wreckage and it was given to him. Stan acted quickly as he loaded blankets, first aid supplies and food on to a sled and saddled his best horse; then, after banking the fires in the cabin, he left swiftly for the foot of the mountains where he tied his horse and donned his snow shoes to begin his trek to the site of the airplane wreckage.

It was heavy, hard work dragging the sled up the mountain through deep snow. Hours passed and he trudged on. Someone might need his help. Finally, he arrived at an open, snow covered plateau where the wreckage was supposed to be. He saw nothing - only a snow covered expanse.

He searched again, carefully as he silently cussed those who had sent him on this apparently futile mission! Then, he saw a black spot on top of the fresh snow. Nothing like that was on top of fresh snow unless it had been put here. He moved towards it.

When he was withing about fifty yards he could see that the snow had been disturbed and moving closer he was sure he’d found the wreckage. . . but where? He began moving towards the upper end of the furrow left in the snow by the crashing plane.

Then, he heard it, "Help me! Please!" and he turned to see where it’d come from. There, not ten yards to his right lay the cabin of the luckless aircraft, burried in the snow, and a young woman, very much alive, sat in the pilots seat. He went immediately to assist her only to find the doors jamed and with only a snowshoe for a prybar was he able to open it. as he entered the cabin he saw that the womans feet were trapped under her seat and that the seat was secured to the cabin floor by wing nuts which he removed and piulled her out and on to his sled were he wrapped her in blankets and fed her and gave her drink as he surveyed her for injuries.

While blood was eminating from several locations, only the contusion of her forehead appeared serious. He wrapped it in a compression bandage and secured her to the sled; then started down the mountain as the last of twilight slowly faded. He traveled slowly as moonlight, glistening off the snow, lighted the way. Hours passed and he stopped. His passenger, on the sled had to relieve herself and after returning to the sled, was soon tucked under the blankets again. He trudged on.

Much later, they had reached the horse and Stan mounted her to ride as they dragged the sled to his cabin.

When they arrived at the cabin, he took the woman inside and left her as he returned the horse to the barn and fed him;then, unsaddled and curried him down.

When he returned to the cabin, he found the fires in the fireplace and the cooking range had been feuled and had warmed the place as the young woman sat shaking at his table. . He went to her and found her cold - too cold!

The next step was to fill her with hot food and liquid and all went well until she reported that she was tired. . . too tired to eat!

As Stan contemplated what his next move would be, his guest simply fell into a deep sleep and needed to be put to bed. He carried her into the bedroom and there he removed her flight coveralls, leaving her in panties and bra as he lay her down in bed and covered her in the thick down comforters.

Only then did he fix his own meal and make his bed on a pallet by the fireplace. Then, his evening chores completed, he slept soundly only seconds after he laid himself down on his pallet bed. At 0530 he awoke and felt his joins stiff and his muscles sore. Yesterdays exertions had taken their toll. He arose and looked in on his sleeping guest and banked the fires in the fireplace and range before returning to his bed. At 0700 hours, he arose in response to the nervous whinnying and behaviour of his animals; fed them and turned them out to the pasture for exercise.

It was nearly 0800 hours when he checked on his guest still sleeping soundly. He prepared his breakfast and ate hardily; then cleared the table and picked up his pallet by the fireplace. It was about 0830 when the short-wave radio called again to inquire about the plane wreck and if there were any survivors. Stan reported one survivor, few superficial minor injuries apparent and the plane a total wreck. The pilot was asleep after returning to the cabin early this morning. He did not know her name. With that, the District Ranger gave him a congratulations on his good work and requested he call back when he have more information on the woman.

After the radio call, Stan’s morning chores were completed and he went to his computer to work on his novel. He was sore and he felt the ache from yesterdays exertions. Strangely, he felt himself vaguely excited. . . . Somehow, he couldn’t write! He checked his e-mail and chatted a bit on facebook - something he seldom did!

It was sometime after 1000 hours that he heard his guest arise from her bed, go to the bathroom and eventually emerge from his bedroom barefooted and wearing his robe.

"Well. Good morning!" he called. The woman looked at him and said, "Thank you for saving my life. . . Where the hell am I?"

"Tell me your name and the name of the airplane’s owner and I’ll try to explain it to you."

"I’m Marla Whittle and I work for Inland Bank and Trust, the owners of the plane."

"You’re in the high mountains of Montana, in my cabin on my ranch. The snow has closed the passes and I’m stranded alone with you."

"How do I get out of here?"

"Well, the snows melt and the passes are open in mid April."

"How about a helicopter?"

"None will usually fly this high in this narrow valley."

"Can I use your radio?"

"Be my guest."

A few minutes later, she was talking to the District Ranger by radio as Stan cooked her breakfast. He’d noted fresh blood seeping from her head contusion as he worked. Then, Marla having completed her conversation relinquished the radio to Stan and he explained the head wound with blood still seeping from under the compession bandage. The ranger replied that the forest service plane would come at 1400 hours and drop a parachute pack with clohing and supplies for Marla and a first aid pack with needles and sutures and complete instructions on how to close and suture wounds. So it was that at exactly 1400 hours, a parachute pack floated down into the adjacent national forest and Stan spent the remainder of the afternoon retrieving it..

Then, just before swundown, he removed the compession bandage from Marlas forehead and began the unpleasant task of suturing the head wound. After the area was anesthetized and Marla was pleasantly asleep, the suturing was relatively easy. He carefully put in six sutures and closed the wound as well as any professional though his asepsis was not as good as it might have been. Satisfied with his work, he bandaged the wound again. .

Shortly before 2000 hours, he had prepared dinner for Marla and sat across from her as she ate. She thanked him again for his medical care. As she picked up her dishes from the table her attitude seemed to change. she was friendly and casual like an old friend! "Looks like we’re gonna’ be room mates for the next few months. I‘ve gotta’ start pulling my weight around here."

Stan was startled by her frankness. . .it was true.

He really appraised her for the first time. Perhaps 5'8" tall, slender, 110 pounds, small breasts - she was a bean pole, rather awkward, and not socially adept. Her long, auburn hair hung nearly to her waist and encased a rather ruddy complection on a face with feminine features and sparkling blue eyes. Her outstanding feature was certaily her friendly manner. . .Stan decided he liked her even though he generally hated women. He’d entertain no romantic relationship with her so she was no threat to him. Besides, he really had no choice.

It was after chores and breakfast the next day that Stan went to the forest, cut some suitable poles and commenced building himself a bed. He carefully cut and trimmed the poles, removed the bark and drilled holes to peg the poles together into a bed. Then, using the parachute cord and the canvas wrappings from the supply pack he made the bottom. In a week, the bed was completed.

Meanwhile, Marla had used the parachute cloth to make a mattress, filled with straw. It had been carefully sewn and tied so that the straw was secure in place and would not shift. It was well made. It was Christmas eve when the new bed was completed and Stan lined it with sheets and the emergency blankets before lying in it. It was good and Marla rejoyced with him. They slept well that night.

Marla was good help and soom they were full sharing there work. . . especially distaseful work! Often, they worked together.

It was just before the new year that Marla and Stan were cleaning the horses stalls and hauling the manure to the field - a necessary job but unpleasant! They worked silently. Then Marla picked up a dry horse turd and tossed it at Stan in jest. Stan reacted immediately as he raced towards her in response. Seeing his reaction, Marla moved quickly over to the hay that was there for feed knowing that he wouldn’t toss manure into the hay. Stan contiued to move on her, grasped her and threw her down on the soft hay where he fell beside her.

Noth sure what his punishment would be, they hesitated. Their eyes met as their lips were mere inches apart; their eyes conveyed excitement! Unexpectedly, their lips met and Stan kissed her hard on those lips as Marla’s responded in kind. It was a passionate kiss and one that seemed to convey promise of much, much more!

Eventually, they broke apart and the avowed woman hater tried to explain to the avowed man hater what had just happened - he couldn’t., Then, Marla tried to explain - she couldn’t. Finally, they agreed that it was all part of their fun and play. It meant nothing. They were just friends.

In spite of their affirmation, the kiss did have meaning - meaning neither cared to admit! In their subconscious mind, they were scared of what had happened even as they enjoyed the intimacy of the kiss! There was a bond developing between them..

Next evening, NewYear’s Eve, their lips met again, precisely at midnight, as part of a tradition. . . it meant nothing, they agreed! But, again, it had meant something in their subconscious minds. There was less fear as they had kissed before and nothing bad had happened. The intimacy felt good - real good!

Later, that night, Stan had another of his dreams; the kind where he get’s intimate with a woman and has sex with her. The woman was Marla. He couldn’t see her face but he knew it was Marla! Somehow, the idea didn’t repel him.

Next morning, his old attitudes had returned and he continued to profess to hate women in general but now allowed that Marla was an exception. Life went on in the cabin as before except that they now touched and caressed each other covertly. . . each not fully realizing why they were doing it. It was all good, clean fun.

When Marla stood at the kitchen counter, Stan often walked up behind her and grasped her with his hands clasped over her belly and drew her to him - it was very intimate but just good fun! It felt so good! Marla was also guilty of certain covert moves as her hands touched and caressed the bare flesh of his arms and face. She enjoyed teasing him and, after all, it was just good fun.

By February the two had established communication that allowed more intimancy; yet, neither admittd it, even to themselves. Of course, they readily admitted to being close friends!

Then, the weather did an unusual thing as the sun shown steadily for days and the snow mented. The cabin was clear of February snow for the first time in anybody’s memory. The road surface by the cabin was clear. On February 27th. Stan heard the state’saintenance equipment on the road. Soon the heavy engines on the snow plows had cleared the road.

Unexpected as this early snow melt was, Marla was prepared. Late in the day, she had flagged the highway maintenance man, quickly kissed Stan ‘Good Bye’, and was gone.

On the last day of February, Stan was alone again. For some reason he was in a foul mood. That night, he prepared his dinner alone. Life simply wasn’t fun any more.

Next morning, after breaskfast, he rode his horses to new areas and explored but, somehow, it just wasn’t fun!

March 2nd was an overcast, cold day, one best suited to staying in the cabin. He made cinnamon rolls and set bread to rise. Life must go on.

It was about 1400 hours when he heard the noise. . . a car was appproaching. The car was obviously headed for him and his cabin. . . probably the District Ranger’s car, he thought. It was when the car stopped beside him at the cabin and Marla emerged to run to Stan and kiss him firmly and passionately on the lips. "Miss me?" she asked.

He hesitated, deep in thought. . . his future rested on the answer. Then in firm tones he said, "Missed you! Come back!." Marla removed her belongings from the car and called to a driver inside the car, Better get out of here before that storm sets in," she said and the car was gone.

They moved quickly into the cabin and Stan said simply, "I missed you," before dishing up a still warm cinnamon roll and handing it to her. After a single bite, she approached Stan and extended the warm pastry to his mouth. It was a nice gesture - one that seemed loaded with meaning! They ate the pastry together. As the finished the last bite of the roll, their eyes met and both saw the hunger there. . . they walked to the bedroom as they kissed and their intentions seemed unmistakable.

As they sat on the edge of the big bed, stan asked, "Why did you come back?"

"I missed you. . . the bank told me that I had been replaced by a new pilot. . . . I applied for a job with a major airline! They want me eight days a month for a trans-ocean flight and pay’s good. . . start on 5th of June."

"What’s your plan for now until the 5th of June?"

"I’d like to spend the rest of the time with you in the cabin. It could be fun and I’ll pay for my keep."

"Yeh! What’ll you pay?"

"What do you want?"

Stan grinned as he said, "I want you." and pushed her back on to her back on the bed."

"Well, if you play your cards right you could have me," she replied.

"Deal’em," he said as he leaned over her and kissed her again.

At that point, their relationship had changed and both were fully aware of the change. They were Scared. . . deeply concerned that the new relationship might upset the old intimate friendship. With their past histories, they were skeptical! They kept reviewing alternatives; What if’s. . .

Of course, even as their minds entertained a variety of ‘what if’s’ their hearts and bodies enjoyed each other and provided joys that seemed to overpower everything else. As their hearts and body’s did what comes naturally, their minds slowly began to acquiesce to the stimuli of their hearts and bodies. They sat down on the bed. . . They kissed. Their hands began to rove their clothed bodies. They removed their boots and lay side by side on the big bed. They tallked. Marla tried to explain that she liked their life in the cabin. Stan had become her only friend. She wanted to live there, but . . . she was a pilot. It was her life’s ambition to fly . . .better, higher and farther than anyone else. She was good at the controls of an airplane. She wanted to be there!

Then, there was Stan. . . she knew, as she’d left the cabin a few days ago that she’d never find another man as well suited to her as he was. She guessed she loved him.

As she spoke, Stan realized that the relationship with Marla had been special. . .more intimate and cosy than his relationship with his ex-wife. Perhaps she was that ‘special woman’ that simply defied all his understandings of women. He was happily confused when Marla began to tickle him.

Seconds later, they were engaged in a friendly ‘tickle romp with Stan partially over her as they laughed and played together. Occasionally, they kissed. . . a friendly kiss on the lips. They had pushed their intimacy to a new level. It was good.

An hour later, Stan arose to tend the stock and prepare dinner. In another hour, Marla had prepared dinner around the delicious cinnamon rolls and they sat together, as was their usual manner, and enjoyed the food. For Marla, the plain food at the cabin was special. She’d learned to enjoy the dried and smoked meats and dehydrated vegetables without many herbs or spices. In fact, she decided, she liked everything about the cabin life. Of course, she was a pilot too.

Then, after dinner and the kitchen had been cleaned and their livestock fed, their eyes met and they returned to the bedroom where they both moved with similar goals. Then, in the bedroom, Marla reached for the buttons of Stan’s shirt. They undressed each other slowly, each anticipating the next move. Slowly the clothing fell away and after much touching and caressing, they grew more familiar with their partially unclad status.

It was Stan who suggested that he was dirty and needed to bathe. Shortly, as Stan went to the bathroom and commenced showering as Marla considered the situation. In a minute, Stan felt the shower curtain part and Marla enter the stall to shower with him.

It was a glorious time as they first admired; then, familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies as they washed each other. Their eyes met frequently and burned with a new fire. . . passions were clearly evident in those eyes, the nature and extent of which neither had ever seen before.

Before long, they left the shower, not because they were through playing but to conserve hot water, dried quickly and slipped under the comforters of the big bed. There, they moved closer for warmth; not yet wild with anticipation. Their hands continued to caress each other’s bodies. Gradually, they moved together and lay touching belly’s as they kissed. It was a time of extreme passion for Marla as she’d never been adored like this before - it felt good!

Shortly, as she felt Stan’s eyes and hands and body adoring her she was suddenly proud - proud of her bean pole body and ruddy complection! Her confidence rose to new levels.

For describing the seduction that followed, words were inadequate. While they might carry the explicit facts, they could never adequately describe the forces that impelled them together or the strong urges they developed as the two lovers became familiar. No words could describe the joyous feeling when Stan’s mouth and lips brought strong sensation to her breasts and vestibule or when his fingers penetrated her vagina. Marla would never forget the intensity of those sensations or the of the movement of his several fingers in her vagina.

Stan, on the other hand, during his married years had experienced many of the sensations emanating from his groin and mouth. He moved in response to Marla’s wants as she expressed them with her body. Soon, he felt his passions at a new all-time high as well.

They played to each other. . . building trust and experience!

It was nearly midnight when Stan moved over her, between her widely splayed knees and over her belly where he prepaqred to insert his cock into her waiting vagina. With his free hand, he grasped his rod and rubbed the crown in her body fluid that had leaked from her cunt. Then, he centered his tool over her love canal and pressed forward. Thir eyes met in common agreement - they were ready.

The sensation that followed was one like Stan had never felt before as the friction from the walls of her small orifice brought untold pleasures to both of them. Soon, he was completely embedded within her. Again, words can not adequately describe the coitus that followed. Sufficeth to say, it was more intimate and more intense than anything either had ever experienced. Ihey moved together. Nothing compared! It was very good.

The climax came suddenly as both reached peaks in their feelings that come only with good sex. It was as they came off their high’s and lay in each other’s arms that they felt the intimacy, like no other, reserved for lovers; a time of peace and serenity!

An hour later, it was all over . . .except it wasn’t! The two were lovers. They were forever joined in a bond of support and caring. Life was very, very good for them!

Then, they slept.

At 0530 hours, when Stan arose from the bed, re-kindled the fires, fed and cared for the livestock, etc., he was deep in thought. What had happened the previous night had been good. Marla was undoubtedly the most desirable woman he’d ever met and they’d been good together. Of course, their time together was limited as she was certain to take the flying job in June and be gone from him forever. On his return to the house, he smelled the scent of fresh breakfast. . . .

Life at the cabin soon fell into a familiar routine except that now Stan and Marla slept and frequently had sex in the big bed together. - it was the best! Both lived for the moment! In a few months it’d be over.

Then, when the road re-opened in early April, they both sensed the end of their relationship was near and they made love frantically! They said nothing though both knew that the end was near!

On the 3rd of June, they parted again. It was a painful time for both as the car came for Marla. . . then, she was gone. . . it was over!

Stan slowly returned to his old routine and the life at the ranch became routine again. He finished his overdue novel!

Only, it wasn’t over. Each night, Marla called on her cellphone, from whatever part of the world she might be, to commune with Stan. They talked about trivia and just about anything just to hear each other’s voice. It was good!

It was the 17th of June when Marla returned to the cabin, having flown her month’s hours. There, after a joyous reunion, they quickly settled into life on the ranch. On the 29th of June, she departed again and reured on the 10th of August to spend August and September at the ranch. She flew again in October.

As she went about life away from the cabin, she occupied her life with flying. Between flights, she filled her time with studying the various aspects of flying at the airport. Of course, here were the nightly telephone calles to Stan at the cabin.

When Marla stopped at the airport cafe for dinner, Joe made his usual sexual requests and Marla answered with her usual flippant denials; then when she left, she realized what a pathetic soul Joe was. How could she ever have considered having sex with him.

So life goes on with Stan and Marla. . . . .

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High Cabin Advenure

by

Bobjj123

Stanley Hutson sat back in his rocking chair, slowly rocking back and forth on fhe porch of his isolated mountain cabin. As he rocked, he gazed contentedly at the high mountain peaks that surrounded the small valley that contained the pasture that was his ranch. Slightly to the left of his gaze stood the barn and corrals that contained his horses moving nervously about in the corral awaiting their dinner. The last rays of sun shown down on the snow capped peak and gave off brilliant hues of color as the aspen in the shade of their lower reaches stood out yellow in the twilight.

It was late fall and winter was approaching. Soon, the snows would come and block the mountain passes and Stan would be alone to write his next novel.

Only last week, the District Forest Ranger had come to visit Stan and to ask him to do the winter patrolman’s job in the surrounding foirest. It didn’t pay much but then not much was required either. He’d make a pass through the high country once or twice and report no problems as usual!

The meat from two nice elk and a deer hung in his smoke house and he had an array of dehydrated dairy and vegetable s stored in the pantry. . He could eat well even if winter lasted until the next winter.

At that moment, Stan was a very contented man. It had nor always been so. Eight years earlier, he had published his first successful novel and married a beautiful woman that he dearly loved. He had purchased the 80 acres on which his cabin stood. .

Two years later, the wife he dearly loved deserted him. . .took off with a guy she’d known from college days. She never offered a reason why she left. . . perhaps he wasn’t man enough, Stan unreasonably suspected. Most likely it was because most of the couple’s accumulated savings went with her.

Stan had suffered as he blamed himself for the marriage failure. In his grief, he turned to his writing and turned out three new novels in six months. As he worked alone, he soon found that he liked himself. . .he enjoyed being alone! He simply hated women for what they had done to him.

Then, after a summer of camping on his new land he decided to build a cabin, smoke house, and barn for year-round living. It was to have a wind powered electrical system, water supply, sanitary system and be comfortable for year round living. Cooking would be over a wood range and heat would come from a fireplace. There would be no women there.

It was the following winter that he’d moved to his ranch, stocked it with four ponies and wrote another novel. Life had only gotten better.

Of course, there was always the matter of sex. . . Late at night, in his bed, lurid dreams of erotic encounters came over him and he found satisfaction with manual stimulation!

Often, he had to wash the sheets and bedding the next day. . .

At first, after the marriage failure, sex hadn’t been a problem for him but lately, with more time on his hands, he felt his hormoines more demanding! Oh well! If the problem became too demanding, he could always go to the brothel in town, he thoiught.

He wrote two more novels and suddenly he was rich. If he never wrote again, there would be more than enough money in his accounts to support his life style forever.

Then , as the last of the sun’s rays disappeared over the mountain, Stan arose, went to the barn and spread hay in their mangers for his horses dinner before returning to his cabin and starting to prepare his dinner.

Meanwhile, several hundred miles away in a distant airport, Marla Whittle prepared for her early mornig flight. The storm over the mountains had passed and it looked like good weather all the way. She checked the aircraft. . . a small, twin engined, 6-person aircraft specially modified for her flight, and found it to her liking.

Marla was content as she checked the aircraft carefully. She was a pilot. . .according to those who knew, the best in the business! It was her life’s dream to fly!

She first handled the controls of a training plane at the age of fourteen and soloed at fifteen. Then, she had studied and worked and qualify for her instrument rating when she was sixteen but the license was denied her until she reached eighteen. By then, she had also gotten a multi-engine rating and a reputation around the airport. . .she was good!

Having completed high school, at eighteen, she went to an aviation college where she graduated with a degree in Aeronautical Engineering before accepting a job as a third pilot on a trans ocean flight. After several months, she was laid off that job since third pilots were no longer needed.

After that, she accepted a job as a second pilot on a small, feeder airline where she was by far the best piot the airline had. It was quickly recognized by company officials and she became a first pilot on their Canada Regional Jets. She was earning enough money to support herself again. It was a start.

Fourteen months later, the small airline was simply absorbed by a major airline and her job was abolished as older pilots claiimed union seniority.

So it was that after nearly a year of looking for a job, she heard of this job flying records for a bank. It would be a little aircraft and there was no future there. Pay was quite high for such a job and she could live comfortably on the salary though. So she applied for the job.

When called in for an intervied, the company official asked her, "Why would someone as over-qualified as you want this job?" she had replied, "I want to fly." After some minor squabling over expenses away from home, she was given the job.

For Marla, the job was interesting. It involved all aspects of the aviation program and she often inspected tires, lights, instruments and controls as well as making minor repairs and planning her own flight considering time, weather and airport conditions. True, the pay was modest but the work was satisfying!

Having completed her pre-flight preperations, Marla headed for her apartment; she’d stop at the Airport Kitchen Café for dinner. There she ate as she joked with the cook/waiter, Joe, who had been trying to bed her for months - he asked and she rejected him as usual. It had become routine for both of them.Then, as she left the café, she thought, "Maybe someday, when I’m really horny, I’ll just let Joe have his way with me. It’d solve both their problems.

Next morning, when Marla awoke, she found several inches of snow on the ground as predicted, bathed, dressed in her flight coveralls and left her apartment. It was a nice part of her job. . . flight coveralls - no white shirts and ties and no catering to passengers.

After stopping at the restaurant for breakfast, she went to her aircraft and checked flight weather, loaded cargo, checked fuel supply and, at the appointed 0600 hours, she moved her airplane towards the takeoff position. She was happy.

Back on the mountain, at the cabin, Stan had arisen at his usual 0530 hour, stoked the fire and added fuel to the fireplace; started the fire in the big cooking range and dressed. As he looked out the cabin window, he smiled with satisfaction on seeing deep snow on the ground and more falling. The passes would be closed and he was alone until spring.

After caring for the livestock and clearing a path through the snow to the barn, he returned to his cabin and reported snow conditions to the station below; then sat at his computer and composed his newest novel. . . He wrote swiftly as the words simply materialized in front of him. Something about the first snow outside seemed to stimulate him to write.

It was shortlybefore 1300 hours that Stan’s radio crackled and the District Ranger reported an aircraft down in the high country, above his ranch. The pilot may be injuured or dead and since the area was too high and too steep for a helocopter, Stan was the best hope for a quick rescue. Since the aircrafts transponder worked perfectly, they had a good fix on the location of the wreckage and it was given to him.

Stan acted quickly as he loaded blankets, first aid supplies and food on to a sled and saddled his best horse; then, after banking the fires in the cabin, he left swiftly for the foot of the mountains where he tied his horse and donned his snow shoes to begin his trek to the site of the airplane wreckage.

It was heavy, hard work dragging the sled up the mountain through deep snow. Hours passed and he trudged on. Someone might need his help. Finally, he arrived at an open, snow covered plateau where the wreckage was supposed to be. He saw nothing - only a snow covered expanse.

He searched again, carefully and silently cussed those who had sent him on this futile apparently mission! Then, he saw a black spot on top of the fresh snow. Nothing like that was on top of fresh snow unless it had been put here. He moved towards it.

When he was withing about fifty yards he could see that he snoiw had been disturbed and moving closer he was sure he’d found the wreckage. . . but where? He began moving towards the upper end of the furrow left in the snow by the crashing plane.

Then, he heard it, "Help me! Please!" and he turned to see where it’d come from. There, not ten yards to his right lay the cabin of the luckless aircraft, burried in the snow, and a young woman, very much alive, sat in the pilots seat.

He went immediately to assist her only to find the doors jamed and with only a snowshoe for a prybar was he able to open it. as he entered the cabin he saw that the womans feet were trapped under her seat and that the seat was secured to the cabin floor by wing nuts which he removed and piulled her out and on to the sled were he wrapped her in blankets and fed her and gave her drink as he surveyed her for injuries.

While blood was eminating from several locations, only the contusion of her forehead appeared serious. He wrapped it in a compression bandage and secured her to the sled; then started down the mountain as the last of twilight slowly faded.

He traveled slowly as moonlight, glistening off the snow, lighted the way. Hours passed and he stopped. His passenger, on the sled had to relieve herself and after returning to the sled, was soon tucked under the blankets again. He trudged on.

Much later, they had reached the horse and Stan mounted her to ride as they dragged the sled to his cabin.

When they arrived at the cabin, he took the woman inside and left her as he returned the horse to the barn and fed him;hen, unsaddled and curried him down.

When he returned to the cabin, he found the fires in the fireplace and the cooking range had been feuled and had warmed the place as the young woman sat shaking at his table. . He went to her and found her cold - too cold!

The next step was to fill her with hot food and liquid and all went well until she reported that she was tired. . . too tired to eat!

As Stan contemplated what his next move would be, his guest simply fell into a deep sleep and needed to be put to bed. He carried her into the bedroom and there he removed her flight coveralls, leaving her in panties and bra as he lay her down in bed and covered her in the thick down comforters.

Only then did he fix his own meal and make his bed on a pallet by the fireplace. Then, his evening chores completed, he slept soundly only seconds after he laid himself down on his pallet bed. At 0530 he awoke and felt his joins stiff and his muscles sore. Yesterdays exertions had taken their toll. He arose and looked in on his sleeping guest and banked the fires in the fireplace and range before returning to his bed. At 0700 hours, he arose in response to the nervous whinnying and behaviour of his animals; fed them and turned them out to the pasture for exercise.

It was nearly 0800 hours when he checked on his guest still sleeping soundly. He prepared his breakfast and ate hardily; then cleared the table and picked up his pallet by the fireplace. It was about 0830 when the short-wave radio called again to inquire about the plane wreck and if there were any survivors.

Stan reported one survivor, few superficial minor injuries apparent and the plane a total wreck. The pilot was asleep after returning to the cabin early this morning. He did not know her name. With that, the District Ranger gave him a congratulations on his good work and requested he call back when he have more information on the woman.

After the radio call, Stan’s morning chores were completed and he went to his computer to work on his novel. He was sore and he felt the ache from yesterdays exertions. Strangely, he felt himself vaguely excited. . . . Somehow, he couldn’t write! He checked his e-mail and chatted a bit on facebook - something he seldom did!

It was sometime after 1000 hours that he heard his guest arise from her bed, go to the bathroom and eventually emerge from his bedroom barefooted and wearing his robe.

"Well. Good morning!" he called. The woman looked at him and said, "Thank you for saving my life. . . Where the hell am I?"

"Tell me your name and the name of the airplane’s owner and I’ll try to explain it to you."

"I’m Marla Whittle and I work for Inland Bank and Trust, the owners of the plane."

"You’re in the high mountains of Montana, in my cabin on my ranch. The snow has closed the passes and I’[m stranded alone with you."

"How do I get out of here?"

"Well, the snows melt and the passes are open in mid April."

"How about a helicopter?"

"None will usually fly this high in this narrow valley."

"Can I use your radio?"

"Be my guest."

A few minutes later, she was talking to the District Ranger by radio as Stan cooked her breakfast. He’d noted fresh blood seeping from her head contusion as he worked. Then, Marla having completed her conversation relinquished the radio to Stan and he explained the head wound with blood still seeping from under the compession bandage.

The ranger replied that the forest service plane would come at 1400 hours and drop a parachute pack with clohing and supplies for Marla and a first aid pack with needles and sutures and complete instructions on how to close and suture wounds. So it was that at exactly 1400 hours, a parachute pack floated down into the adjacent national forest and Stan spent the remainder of the afternoon retrieving it..

Then, just before swundown, he removed ther compession bandage from Marlas forehead and began the unpleasant task of suturing the head wound. After the area was anesthetized and Marla was pleasantly asleep, the suturing was relatively easy. He carefully put in six sutures and closed the wound as well as any professional though his asepsis was not as good as it might have been. Satisfied with his work, he bandaged the wound again. .

Shortly before 2000 hours, he had prepared dinner for Marla and sat across from her as she ate. She thanked him again for his medical care.

As she picked up her dishes from the table her attitude seemed to change. she was friendly and casual like an old friend! "Looks like we’re gonna’ be room mates for the next few months. I‘ve gotta’ start pulling my weight around here."

Stan was startled by her frankness. . .it was true. He really appraised her for the first time. Perhaps 5'8" tall, slender, 110 pounds, small breasts - she was a bean pole, rather awkward, and not socially adept. Her long, auburn hair hung nearly to her waist and encased a rather ruddy complection on a face with feminine features and sparkling blue eyes.

Her outstanding feature was certaily her friendly manner. . .Stan decided he liked her even though he generally hated women. He’d entertain no romantic relationship with her so she was no threat to him. Besides, he really had no choice.

It was after chores and breakfast the next day that Stan went to the forest, cut some suitable poles and commenced building himself a bed. He carefully cut and trimmed the poles, removed the bark and drilled holes to peg the poles together into a bed. Then, using the parachute cord and the cancas wrappings from the supply pack and the wrappings from the supply pack he made the bottom. In a week, the bed was completed.

Meanwhile, Marla had used the parachute cloth to make a mattress, filled with straw. It had been carefully sewn and tied so that the straw was secure in place and would not shift. It was well made.

It was Christmas eve when the new bed was completed and Stan lined it with sheets and the emergency blankets before lying in it. It was good and Marla rejoyced with him. They slept well that night.

Marla was good help and soom they were full sharing there work. . . especially distaseful work! Often, they worked together.

It was just before the new year that Marla and Stan were cleaning the horses stalls and hauling the manure to the field - a necessary job but unpleasant! They worked silently. Then Marla picked up a dry horse turd and tossed it at Stan in jest.

Stan reacted immediately as he raced towards her in response. Seeing his reaction, Marla moved quickly over to the hay that was there for feed knowing that he wouldn’t toss mjanure into the hay. Stan contiued to move on her, grasped her and threw her down on the soft hay where he fell beside her.

Noth sure what his punishment would be, they hesitated. Their eyes met as their lips were mere inches apart; their eyes conveyed excitement! Unexpectedly, their lips met and Stan kissed her hard on those lips as Marla’s responded in kind. It was a passionate kiss and one that seemed to convey promise of much, much more!

Eventually, they broke apart and the avowed woman hater tried to explain to the avowed man hater what had just happened - he couldn’t., Then, Marla tried to explain - she couldn’t. Finally, they agreed that it was all part of their fun and play. It meant nothing. They were just friends.

In spite of their affirmation, the kiss did have meaning - meaning neither cared to admit! In their subconscious mind, they were scared of what had happened even as they enjoyed the intimacy of the kiss! There was a bond developing between them..

Next evening, NewYear’s Eve, their lips met again, precisely at midnight, as part of a tradition. . . it meant nothing, they agreed!

But, again, it had meant something in their subconscious minds. There was less fear as they had kissed before and nothing bad had happened. The intimacy felt good - real good!

Later, that night, Stan had another of his dreams; the kind where he get’s intimate with a woman and has sex with her. The woman was Marla. He couldn’t see her face but he knew it was Marla! Somehow, the idea didn’t repel him.

Next morning, his old attitudes had returned and he continued to profess to hate women in general but now allowed that Marla was an exception. Life went on in the cabin as before except that they now touched and caressed each other covertly. . . each not fully realizing why they were doing it. It was all good, clean fun.

When Marla stood at the kitchen counter, Stan often walked up behind her and grasped her with his hands clasped over her belly and drew her to him - it was very intimate but just good fun! It felt so good!

Marla was also guilty of certain covert moves as her hands touched and caressed the bare flesh of his arms and face. She enjoyed teasing him and, after all, it was just good fun.

By February the two had established communication that allowed more intimancy; yet, neither admittd it, even to themselves. Of course, they readily admitted to being close friends!

Then, the weather did an unusual thing as the sun shown steadily for days and the snow mented. The cabin was clear of February snow for the first time in anybody’s memory. The road surface by the cabin was clear. On February 27th. Stan heard the state’saintenance equipment on the road. Soon the heavy engines on the snow plows had cleared the road.

Unexpected as this early snow melt was, Marla was prepared. Late in the day, she had flagged the highway maintenance man, quickly kissed Stan ‘Good Bye’, and was gone

On the last day of February, Stan was alone again. For some reason he was in a foul mood.

That night, he prepared his dinner alone. Life simply wasn’t fun any more.

Next morning, after breaskfast, he rode his horses to new areas and explored but, somehow, it just wasn’t fun!

March 2nd was an overcast, cold day, one best suited to staying in the cabin. He made cinnamon rolls and set bread to rise. Life must go on.

It was about 1400 hours when he heard the noise. . . a car was appproaching. The car was obviously headed for him and his cabin. . . probably the District Ranger’s car, he thought.

It was when the car stopped beside him at the cabin and Marla emerged to run to Stan and kiss him firmly and passionately on the lips. "Miss me?" she asked.

He hesitated, deep in thought. . . his future rested on the answer. Then in firm tones he said, "Missed you! Come back!."

Marla removed her belongings from the car and called to a driver inside the car, Better get out of here before that storm sets in," she said and the car was gone.

They moved quickly into the cabin and Stan said simply, "I missed you," before dishing up a still warm cinnamon roll and handing it to her.

After a single bite, she approached Stan and extended the warm pastry to his mouth. It was a nice gesture - one that seemed loaded with meaning! They ate the pastry together. As the finished the last bite of the rollo, their eyes met and both saw the hunger there. . . they walked to the bedroom as they kissed and their intentions seemed unmistakable .

As they sat on the edge of the big bed, stan asked, "Why did you come back?"

"I missed you. . . the bank told me that I had been replaced by a new pilot. . . . I applied for a job with a major airline! They want me eight days a month for a trans-ocean flight and pay’s good./ . . start on 5th of June."

"What’s your plan for now until the 5th of June?"

"I’d like to spend the rest of the time with you in the cabin. It could be fun and I’ll pay for my keep."

"Yeh! What’ll you pay?"

"What do you want?"

Stan grinned as he said, "I want you." and pushed her back on to her back on the bed."

"Well, if you play your cards right you could have me," she replied.

"Deal’em," he said as he leaned over her and kissed her again.

At that point, their relationship had changed and both were fully aware of the change. They were Scared. . . deeply concerned that the new relationship might upset the old intimate friendship. With their past histories, they were skeptical! They kept reviewing alternatives; What if’s. . .

Of course, even as their minds entertained a variety of ‘what if’s’ their hearts and bodies enjoyed each other and provided joys that seemed to overpower everything else. As their hearts and body’s did what comes naturally, their minds slowly began to acquiesce to the stimuli of their hearts and bodies. They sat down on the bed. . . They kissed. Their hands began to rove their clothed bodies.

They removed their boots and lay side by side on the big bed.

They tallked. Marla tried to explain that she liked their life in the cabin. Stan had become her only friend. She wanted to live there, but . . .

She was a pilot. It was her life’s ambition to fly . . .better, higher and farther than anyone else. She was good at the controls of an airplane. She wanted to be there!

Then, there was Stan. . . she knew, as she’d left the cabin a few days ago that she’d never find another man as well suited to her as he was. She guessed she loved him.

As she spoke, Stan realized that the relationship with Marla had been special. . .more intimate and cosy than his relationship with his ex-wife. Perhaps she was that ‘special woman’ that simply defied all his understandings of women. He was happily confused when Marla began to tickle him.

Seconds later, they were engaged in a friendly ‘tickle romp with Stan partially over her as they laughed and played together. Occasionally, they kissed. . . a friendly kiss on the lips. They had pushed their intimacy to a new level. It was good.

An hour later, Stan arose to tend the stock and prepare dinner. In another hour, Marla had prepared dinner around the delicious cinnamon rolls and they sat together, as was their usual manner, and enjoyed the food. For Marla, the plain food at the cabin was special. She’d learned to enjoy the dried and smoked meats and dehydrated vegetables without many herbs or spices. In fact, she decided, she liked everything about the cabin life. Of course, she was a pilot too.

Then, after dinner and the kitchen had been cleaned and their livestock fed, their eyes met and they returned to the bedroom where they both moved with similar goals. Then, in the bedroom, Marla reached for the buttons of Stan’s shirt. They undressed each other slowly, each anticipating the next move. Slowly the clothing fell away and after much touching and caressing, they grew more familiar with their partially unclad status

It was Stan who suggested that he was dirty and needed to bathe. Shortly, as Stan went to the bathroom and commenced showering as Marla considered the situation. In a minute, Stan felt the shower curtain part and Marla enter the stall to shower with him.

It was a glorious time as they first admired; then, familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies as they washed each other. Their eyes met frequently and burned with a new fire. . . passions were clearly evident in those eyes, the nature and extent of which neither had ever seen before.

Before long, they left the shower, not because they were through playing but to conserve hot water, dried quickly and slipped under the comforters of the big bed. There, they moved closer for warmth; not yet wild with anticipation. Their hands continued to caress each other’s bodies.

Gradually, they moved together and lay touching belly’s as they kissed. It was a time of extreme passion for Marla as she’d never been adored like this before - it felt good!

Shortly, as she felt Stan’s eyes and hands and body adoring her she was suddenly proud - proud of her bean pole body and ruddy complection! Her confidence rose to new levels.

For describing the seduction that followed, words were inadequate. While they might carry the explicit facts, they could never adequately describe the forces that impelled them together or the strong urges they developed as the two lovers became familiar.

No words could describe the joyous feeling when Stan’s mouth and lips brought strong sensation to her breasts and vestibule or when his fingers penetrated her vagina. Marla would never forget the intensity of those sensations or the of the movement of his several fingers in her vagina.

Stan, on the other hand, during his married years had experienced many of the sensations emanating from his groin and mouth. He moved in response to Marla’s wants as she expressed them with her body. Soon, he felt his passions at a new all-time high as well.

They played to each other. . . building trust and experience!

It was nearly midnight when Stan moved over her, between her widely splayed knees and over her belly where he prepaqred to insert his cock into her waiting vagina. With his free hand, he grasped his rod and rubbed the crown in her body fluid that had leaked from her cunt. Then, he centered his tool over her love canal and pressed forward. Thir eyes met in common agreement - they were ready.

The sensation that followed was one like Stan had never felt before as the friction from the walls of her small orifice brought untold pleasures to both of them. Soon, he was completely embedded within her.

Again, words can not adequately describe the coitus that followed. Sufficeth to say, it was more intimate and more intense than anything either had ever experienced. Ihey moved together. Nothing compared! It was very good.

The climax came suddenly as both reached peaks in their feelings that come only with good sex. It was as they came off their high’s and lay in each other’s arms that they felt the intimacy, like no other, reserved for lovers; a time of peace and serenity!

An hour later, it was all over . . .except it wasn’t! The two were lovers. They were forever joined in a bond of support and caring. Life was very, very good for them!

Then, they slept.

At 0530 hours, when Stan arose from the bed, re-kindled the fires, fed and cared for the livestock, etc., he was deep in thought. What had happened the previous night had been good. Marla was undoubtedly the most desirable woman he’d ever met and they’d been good together. Of course, their time together was limited as she was certain to take the flying job in June and be gone from him forever.

On his return to the house, he smelled the scent of fresh breakfast. . . .